Word: objectional
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...that a compromise would be reached. Senator Reed of Missouri offered to displace his investigating resolution to allow quick passage of the deficiency bill, the alien property bill and the public buildings bill. Thereupon, Mr. Blease wandered in, half-asleep. He heard the words "unanimous consent." He shouted: "I object." Nobody was going to pull any wool over his eyes...
...plea more than 20 times during the 40½-hour Reed v. Reed wrangle. He had spent half of one night on a Senate lounge when he should have been home in bed. His snow-white moustache drooped; his eyes were sunken, bleary; his voice quavered. Somebody said: "I object." His last plea was dashed to the floor like a broken relic. Like an angered god, he lifted his voice above the Senate din, pronounced a commandment: "Every Senator can't have his own damned...
...came to an unexpected climax as legislators stirred drowsily in their seats in the Kansas senate chamber, waiting the noon recess. One Edgar Bennett, State Senator, rose, called up a resolution petitioning Congress to cut off Federal road aid. Yards away, one Ben Hegler protested, picked up the nearest object at hand, let fly with the eye and arm of a veteran baseballer. His colleague, Senator Bennett, ducked, startled; in the very centre of his bald head splashed vehemently a wet sponge...
...Outside it was full spring. Gay flowers beckoned to be plucked for coat lapels; breezes would blow at hair loosed in vernal gayety. But the girls, and boys, of Emory, sat awed as Dr. Clovis Chapel of Memphis continued to castigate: "The average girl of 17 would not greatly object to appearing nude if she had any excuse to do so. ... Modesty has already burst; it is dead. The average girl of today is like the moth fluttering around the candle light, and she sometimes gets her wings singed. But she is at least lifting the morals of the young...
...wrote the doctor, in effect, "my cigars are terrible and I blow the smoke in my opponent's face, why do my opponents never object at the time of blowing? Furthermore, if my cigars were of inferior quality, they would destroy the subtle, inimitable fabric of my own game. Those who have seen me play and watched the smoke curve will bear witness that it curves away from rather than toward my opponent." He went...